I can’t stop reading about Jian Ghomeshi and it’s really depressing. Reminds me of someone…
You know Jian, of course. So does almost everyone else you know.
You are all part of the downtown-Toronto arts scene. Jian is the host of the popular public-radio culture show Q, heard across Canada every weekday morning and syndicated to 180 U.S. stations—a rare CBC success at reaching beyond retirees.
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In his memoir, 1982, disgraced radio star Jian Ghomeshi recounts a typical young person’s early experiences with sex, from a first kiss in Grade 5, through to an ill-fated make-out session in Grade 8, when he stripped naked with a girl and did not quite know what to do. When he bragged, his friends said he was “the master.”
“But I was no master. I was 13 then, and I had no idea what I was doing,” he writes. “Part of the problem was that…
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